It was Thoroughly Middle Class Christmas Entertainment Night at the Orpheum last night. It was moderately enjoyable; Stewart McLean told a bunch of stories involving Christmas and ferrets and people going through car washes. The big musical guest was Hawksley Workman who I dislike. He makes me think of comedy open-mike night and that quiet guy you met once trying a "weird nervous comedian" shtick and failing, but in song. On the other hand I don't think I've heard too many passionate songs featuring soup so score one for him I guess; I'll remember someone going all Bono over parsnips for quite a while.
Being in the Orpheum always feels a little strange. Vancouver is a new town full of new glassy and spindly toy-like buildings; is there really something old here?
Hmm, when was the last time I was in that building? Wait, that long ago?
Wait, turn your sound off or maybe leave Laser Cannon Deth Sentence playing:
Yessir, some of the tallest buildings in the British Empire there.